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Lady XO

Cold Blooded

 

Cold Blooded

(альбом: Fire - 2021)


I'll be counting bands all summer
I could see my vision through a tunnel
They gon' gas me up when shit subtle
Won't forget the days I used to struggle
Piece it all together like a puzzle
I don't want one I want double
Try to imitate you gon' fumble
I could never fake my own numbers
Try to run up you a dub bitch you dumb try to run just for fun I'ma put you in a slumber

Never let a bitch act funny
Never let him run my money
Never did I owe somebody
Never did I see em talking down when I'm up
You groupie tryna act like was buddies
You could never pass me up
Knock a lame bitch right off
I don't type bitch I pull up
If it's up we like yup
If it's one then it's stuck
That's a must
You a bust
Yeah
Try to ride my wave all a sudden
Talking shit I'm pushing buttons
He a snake but I'm cold-blooded
I'ma get it end of discussion
They not day 1 I don't trust em
If they try to hit me I'ma flush em
Last time that they tried it he was gushing
I could turn nothing into something
Name ringing bells I don't need an introduction
Windy city to LA I'm tryna see what's up in London
I could always get it if I want it
Gotta show me actions speaking louder I won't listen when you talking
If you gang you know the way that we be rocking
Quick to pull the trigger if he try to pull that shit out of his pocket
Bout a bag bitch I'm collecting blues so often
I be twisting thumbs you hating goofy smoking swishers size of chopsticks
All that cap I really wish that you would stop it
Call me blocked my bad got packs no service I been mobbing through the mountains

I'll be counting bands all summer
I could see my vision through a tunnel
They gon' gas me up when shit subtle
Won't forget the days I used to struggle
Piece it all together like a puzzle
I don't want one I want double
Try to imitate you gon' fumble
I could never fake my own numbers
Try to run up you a dub bitch you dumb try to run just for fun I'ma put you in a slumber

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